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You know what pisses me off absolutely?
You sitting up there and judging my art. My sketches. Don’t tell me something’s too dark or something’s too light or something’s too messy or too neat.
You know why? Because i did it on purpose.
Because that is how i feel that it is meant to be. I like it like that.
Oh silly me. Of course you’d judge my art. You are society, no? You’re supposed to judge everything you witness.
So maybe a ‘thank you’ is in order?
I wish to see a trapped soul, a mind thrust into the pit of chaos. Until then, i would have been in isolation. But, i want to see you. I want to see you in that state. You are me.
Hello sweetheart. Would you happen to require saving?
Then, I would thrust every cell of my body. I will fall. Hard.
Free fall.
(Source: uonlylive1time)
(Source: potterhead-slytherin)
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